Invincibility Begins with Mastery of Fist Techniques-Chapter 44: No Time Wasted

"Footprints..."

The other person followed his gaze, and his pupils instantly constricted.

They both knew exactly what such strange footprints in this location meant.

"Alarm! Alarm!"

The two immediately pulled out their walkie-talkies and slammed the alert buttons.

Inside the study, Zhao Zhengxuan and Luo Yongli were drinking tea, discussing the future development plans for the Tianji Sword Sect and the Tianji Group. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

The alarm suddenly blared. The piercing sound instantly assaulted the senses of Zhao Zhengxuan and Luo Yongli, making them jump up from their seats.

Almost at the same instant the alarm sounded.

BANG!

The window on the side of the room was kicked open, and a dark figure entered through it.

After landing, Zhou Yuanjue was also slightly surprised to hear the sudden alarm.

Although he didn’t know how he had been discovered, he wasn’t flustered, as this was actually within his expectations.

Although he had learned an Assassination Fist, and the manuals for Red Falcon Fist contained many techniques for assassination and infiltration, Zhou Yuanjue hadn’t paid them much mind. Coupled with his lack of assassination experience, he was at best an apprentice assassin making a cameo. He could handle lax security, but it was inevitable he’d slip up against tighter defenses.

The moment they saw the black-clad man burst into the room, Zhao Zhengxuan and Luo Yongli’s pupils shrank violently.

"It’s you?!"

This was especially true for Zhao Zhengxuan. Even though the man was dressed in a tight black outfit, revealing only his eyes, Zhao Zhengxuan, as a former Great Master of Fist Techniques, recognized Zhou Yuanjue’s true identity at a single glance.

For a fist technique expert, the physique and bearing of a top-tier Boxer are often more memorable than their face.

This sent a massive shock through his heart. For Zhou Yuanjue to appear here, completely unharmed, meant that the five elites sent to assassinate him had been completely wiped out. Moreover, their deaths had caused no substantial damage to Zhou Yuanjue.

Zhou Yuanjue didn’t waste words, directly drawing two sharp daggers from his side.

Tonight, these two blades had already had their fill of blood!

Just then, a commotion erupted outside the room. It seemed the bodyguards of the Tianji Sword Sect were rushing over as fast as they could.

Zhao Zhengxuan was, after all, a Great Master of Fist Techniques. Though he was utterly shocked by Zhou Yuanjue’s sudden appearance, he still recovered with incredible speed.

SHING!

He fluidly drew a longsword from under the desk. The body of the blade was covered in fine, cloud-like patterns, and its edge glinted with a cold, fearsomely sharp light.

’I just let you escape with your life, and now you’ve walked right back into the net!’

Zhao Zhengxuan’s eyes were half-closed. His muscles suddenly bulged, and the hairs on his body stood on end as he instantly entered a peculiar state.

In that moment, he seemed to merge as one with the sword in his hand.

’Just hold him off for ten seconds—no! Just five seconds! Once the guards arrive, he’ll be a turtle in a jar, unable to escape even if he grew wings!’

Zhou Yuanjue seemed to see through Zhao Zhengxuan’s plan. After drawing his two daggers, he wasted no time on nonsense. His muscles bulged violently, straining the tight black fabric, and he released power through his feet, his body streaking across the room like an afterimage under the lights.

His eyes shone with incredible brightness, his Spirit and will flaring to their absolute peak in that instant.

’Going all out!’

SCREEE!!!

The shriek of some giant bird instantly exploded in Zhao Zhengxuan’s mind, violently shaking his brain.

Then, in a momentary daze, he saw the head of a giant bird bobbing, its massive beak transforming into a flurry of afterimages as it pecked at him madly.

Under the intense spiritual assault, the special mental state he had cultivated through the Tianji Sword Sect’s Secret Training Technique was instantly shattered. He felt like a swimming dragon, constantly dodging the giant bird’s pecks, forced into a corner with nowhere to run. He grew weary of defending himself as sharp pains erupted all over his body and wounds appeared one after another.

SCREE! SCREE! SCREE! SCREE!

In reality, Zhou Yuanjue, holding daggers in both hands, thrust forward with the Power Release of the Hundred Falcons’ Cry. The piercing shrieks were more intense than ever before.

The Red Falcon Fist was, at its core, an Assassination Fist Technique. Only when wielding daggers or short swords could its terrifying lethality be truly expressed!

Under the ferocious assault, in less than two short seconds, Zhao Zhengxuan was covered in numerous wounds despite his desperate attempts to dodge. More importantly, he had unknowingly fallen into the net woven by Zhou Yuanjue’s Fist Technique. His dodges were gradually being controlled and predicted.

’The time is right!’

THUMP!!

A drum-like beat sounded from within Zhou Yuanjue’s body as his powerful heart pumped scorching blood to his every limb and fiber.

SCREE!!

The sharp blade thrust out, tearing the air. It was a strike born from the heart, impossible to predict.

Dragon Chasing Hand!

PCHT!

With a soft sound, the dagger pierced straight through Zhao Zhengxuan’s neck. Excruciating pain shot through his brain. Before he died, his eyes were filled with intense disbelief.

As the Sect Leader of the Tianji Sword Sect and a former Great Master of Tianji Swordsmanship, he hadn’t even lasted three seconds against Zhou Yuanjue, practically powerless to fight back.

"Killing you didn’t take long."

Zhou Yuanjue pulled out the dagger. Scalding blood sprayed from Zhao Zhengxuan’s neck, staining half the ceiling red.

Although Zhao Zhengxuan had once been a Great Master of Fist Techniques, his body was now old and frail. The years had long since worn down his edges, his eyes blinded by fame, power, and wealth. He was reduced to playing tricks with back-alley assassinations. With his wavering Heart Intent and weak will, how could he possibly be Zhou Yuanjue’s opponent?

CLATTER CLATTER!

BANG!

The very instant he killed Zhao Zhengxuan, the sword-wielding bodyguards who had rushed to the scene were already pouring into the room from the balcony and the main door.

Zhou Yuanjue’s eyes were calm, showing no sign of panic. With a stomp of his foot and a flash of his body, he was already beside Luo Yongli, who was still in shock, and had placed a sharp dagger against his neck.

"Everyone stop. Calm down, or he dies."

Zhou Yuanjue said calmly. He was worried that Zhao Zhengxuan’s death would incite the furious crowd to swarm him. In the limited space of the room, their numbers would make them very difficult to handle.

The sword-wielding bodyguards who had poured into the room were also stunned by the scene before them. For a moment, they were at a loss, not knowing whether to advance or retreat, and could only look toward Luo Yongli.

Luo Yongli seemed to have just woken from a dream. Feeling the sharp, cold steel so close to his neck, he felt his breath catch in his throat.

Death had never been so close.

Out in the world, he might be the famous chairman of the Tianji Group, one of the most elite figures in Tianlu Prefecture, a man whose single word could shake the entire Tianlu business world. But at this moment, he was nothing.

He controlled a business empire, his every word carrying immense weight, yet his own life was not within his control.

Within arm’s reach, one man can be the rival of a nation.

In the face of life and death, an Emperor is no different from a common man.

This was the equality for all living beings brought by the Martial Dao!

"Let me go, and I can let you leave safely."

Luo Yongli took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down as he spoke.

"Not necessary."

Seeing that everyone around him had calmed down and wasn’t making any rash moves, Zhou Yuanjue replied flatly.

He suddenly gripped Luo Yongli’s neck with one hand, supported his waist with the other, and lifted him up directly, using him as a human shield. He then charged violently toward the balcony.

Seeing this, the sword-wielding bodyguards’ expressions changed. Worried about accidentally harming Luo Yongli, they could only retreat and clear a path.

Zhou Yuanjue pushed off with his feet and, at extreme speed, used Luo Yongli to break through the encirclement, leaping directly off the second-floor balcony.